the answer to life’s problems–popsicles and sparkling shoes
November 5, 2006
Saturday was one of those days. You know the kind where you are just pushed to the very edge of your breaking point.
It wasn’t that the day was particularly bad, or that anything horrible happened, it was just the culmination of lots of things. And me being me, I never come right out and say something, preferring instead the much more effective method of heavy sighing and slamming random things.
Finally in the evening, my non-mind reading husband said, “You seem really stressed out? What is your deal? It is the weekend.”
And I may have said, “Oh is it the weekend? Thanks for pointing that out because to me it is JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER MIND NUMBINGLY BORING DAY.” No, I don’t over react much.
So today I decided to break free from my
captors loving family and go shopping, and not of the grocery store variety. I was going to go all alone, but my daughter came up to me shortly before I was going to leave and said, “I must come with you. I need new shoes.”
In light of NoBloShoeMo, how could I deny her a new pair or four?
She is a lot of fun to shop with. The first store we went to was Target, in search of birthday presents for my two sons that have birthdays this month. I grabbed the cart and asked her if she wanted to climb in. She looked at me like she was shocked I would suggest such a thing. And she walked through that store, the next store, and about five other stores never once complaining.
She requested, and I bought her, a popsicle. It seemed a bit chilly to me to want to eat a popsicle. But she was thrilled with it. We sat outside of a coffee shop at one of their bistro tables while she slowly, slowly, ever so slowly licked her popsicle. I suggested she try biting it, to help speed up the process. I was restless and could almost hear the minutes ticking by. But she wanted to savor each delicious moment.
After a few minutes I decided that I should take a lesson from her. I put all my bags down, turned my chair to face the sun, ignored the list of things I had to do in my head, and just enjoyed the moment.
The last store we were in was Macy’s where I was browsing the clearance section in the shoe department. She sat down on one of the chairs and sighed loudly. “I wish I was wearing my sparkling shoes. Today is really a sparkling shoe day.”
Yes, it was.
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